the fluid nature of the solid liquid
fills my eyes and does not allow
for free vision and movement
left to right
right to left
and it is like a slow ghost, a sludge moving like a cloud
gliding after itself and leading itself as if caught in
a remedial game of tug of war
pulling its own weight and resisting change simultaneously
stretch and contract, moving in either direction
like an amoeba but glued to itself
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